Insomia

March 31, 2010
By Tanner Johnson BRONZE, Buckeye, Arizona
Tanner Johnson BRONZE, Buckeye, Arizona
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Time slides by,
No longer ticking,
I cannot feel the individuality of the moments.
They have become lucid.

My thoughts slip by,
Starscapes passing slowly.
But, I am still me,
Trapped between dreaming and consciousness.

I am not in control,
Spiraling deeper,
Deeper into myself.
Feeling every twist and turn,
Unraveling my very soul.

The pain of who I am,
Ripping apart,
It’s excruciating.

My body blinks,
I return to me.
The clock ticks,
No time has passed.


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on Apr. 26 2010 at 8:33 pm
Noel-Natale SILVER, Rison, Arkansas
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Favorite Quote:
Why should the sky be my limit when I know there's footprints on the moon?

How many times have I lied awake at night, feeling exactly like this? So wonderful! Keep writing! I eagerly await your next poem!


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